Because I'm a guy, I must hold the television
remote control in my hand while I watch TV. If the thing has been
misplaced, I'll miss a whole show looking for it, though one time I
was able to survive by holding a calculator.
Because I'm a guy, when I lock my keys in the
car I will fiddle with a wire clothes hanger and ignore your
suggestions that we call a road service until long after hypothermia
has set in.
Oh, and when the car isn't running very well,
I will pop the hood and stare at the engine as if I know what I'm
looking at. If another guy shows up, one of us will say to the
other, "I used to be able to fix these things, but now with all
these computers and everything, I wouldn't know where to start." We
will then drink beer.
Because I'm a guy, when I catch a cold I need
someone to bring me soup and take care of me while I lie in bed and
moan. You never get as sick as I do, so for you this isn't an issue.
Because I'm a guy, I can be relied upon to
purchase basic groceries at the store, like milk or bread. I cannot
be expected to find exotic items like "cumin" or "tofu." For all I
know these are the same thing. And never, under any circumstances,
expect me to pick up anything for which "feminine hygiene product"
is a euphemism.
Because I'm a guy, when one of our appliances
stops working I will insist on taking it apart -- despite evidence
that this will just cost me twice as much once the repair person
gets here and has to put it back together.
Because I'm a guy, I don't think we're all
that lost, and no, I don't think we should stop and ask someone. Why
would you listen to a complete stranger -- how the heck could HE
know where we're going?
Because I'm a guy, there is no need to ask me
what I'm thinking about. The answer is always either sex or
football, though I have to make up something else when you ask, so
don't.
Because I'm a guy, I do not want to visit your
mother, or have your mother come visit us, or talk to her when she
calls, or think about her any more than I have to. Whatever you got
her for Mother's Day is okay, I don't need to see it. Did you
remember to pick up something for my mom, too?
Because I'm a guy, I am capable of announcing,
"one more beer and I really have to go," and mean it every single
time I say it, even when it gets to the point that the one bar
closes and my buddies and I have to go hunt down another. I will
find it increasingly hilarious to have my pals call you to tell you
I'll be home soon, and no, I don't understand why you threw all my
clothes into the front yard. What's the connection?
Because I'm a guy, you don't have to ask me if
I liked the movie. Chances are, if you're crying at the end of it, I
didn't.
Because I'm a guy, yes, I have to turn up the
radio when Bruce Springsteen or The Doors comes on, and then, yes, I
have to tell you every single time about how Bruce had his picture
on the cover of Time and Newsweek the same day, or how Jim Morrison
is buried in Paris and everyone visits his grave. Please do not
behave as if you do not find
this fascinating.
Because I'm a guy, I think what you're wearing
is fine. I thought what you were wearing five minutes ago was fine,
too. Either pair of shoes is fine. With the belt or without it looks
fine. Your hair is fine. You look fine. Can we just go now?
Because I'm a guy and this is, after all, the
new millennium, I will share equally in the housework. You do the
laundry, the cooking, the cleaning and the dishes. I'll do the rest.
Oct 30, 2012
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